Right now I’m sitting against a large window in our hostel in Lisbon. It was a rainy day in the city, but we spent as much of it walking as we could and then ducked into a shop or café … Continue reading
It’s funny how, when faced with leaving them, I can get nostalgic and sentimental over the things I complained about so often, like my crooked kitchen cupboards and the tap in the bathroom that always dripped. xoxo S.
Lately I’ve been living with this heaviness in my heart. It’s part of the reason I haven’t posted in the last few months. It’s choked me up, when what I needed to do most was speak out. I’ve been letting … Continue reading
